Lyrics:
a star
You can make it in the biz
Drive a foreign car with a payment on the wrist
But If you ain't got bars homie you ain't got shit
Cause you are who are
the painting
Uh
Burn the midnight oil,
Been up since the day shift
Haven't slept for days,
Hustle with till we get the payment
Try to catch the hint
This no time
interest payments, on a massive national debt,
and turn our government into an instrument of fiscal enslavement.
Government to the rich, government
Been on this shit so long, feel ancient
Know how to stay down and be patient
Know how to stack up and get payment
Swear I be making this shit too
play me like a instrument she blowing on my flute
So selfish fuck a four-door I bought a coupe
I been moving looney, they jacking all my tunes
I been
Only Talking To be generous
Always looking to hit a liq
This is not a coincidence
Use my voice as an instrument
Lion surrounded by different cats
a substance
Girl bust a move for money
Girl bust a move for money
Life of angel
Living in danger
Leverage your infinite instrument
Cheeto and S!RiUS banging
Now
and Y intercept my B is on my origin
Play you like an instrument you look like an accordion
Break your ankle foreign men are breaking and they pouring in
around?
Then how would they envision it? I hate this world that we living in, but I just live in it
Dispirited strung out all listening instruments
ya that ya educated wrong
Told us how to play instrument not a song
Polar opposite of 우리 scrambling like cooties back
Shrugging off ya duties duly
Look
I can play an instrument
Like the clarinet
Or the violin
When it’s candle lit
If we traveling
Can’t be stagnant
Bring ya baggage’s
I can handle
Use me as a instrument here I am at your service
Prayer and worship got me feeling like a whole different person
Don't go to church but I still listen
Black shorts socks stance
Melodies pour out my iPhone to my Vox amp
And though I crave for Understanding these instruments Feed my soul
And nurtured
future events
A lawful possession of financial instruments
Frowny face
Made haste to vacate the place
The ride smelled like wedding cake
Steeplechase
wanna be known for my payments
I don't wanna do drugs that's the lamest
I got the brains for these instruments
Skies spin their dance within Your breath
in doctor nation
Way too deep for your patience
You become a patient for the payments they pace you
Running a race skin deep and lazy
With nothing
fast ain't no need me to
Chase it little shawty she got
Her hand out but I don't do no
Favors i might just bring them
Bands out no instruments I don't
Donning the hood of sin
Punishment is due on all accounts
Payment in full to be made
Gruesome transaction against my will
Ultimate fear grips so tightly
No
thing but most of y'all don't know it yet
I've been around the city making money I'm doing that
I can rap this shit or go sing and play my instrument
I'm
Are you but an instrument of destiny (Please stay up, up)
But its a destiny of destruction
A future came to me in the craft
I have embraced it,
life jacket
You can't never go and panic
See my roof panoramic
This a muhfuckin' Taycan, it's not a Panamera
I need my muhfuckin' payments now, never
Red bottoms, ih8viney like some Licorice
Intermission, playing several different kinds of instruments
I'm with your bitch and I'm the shit
Huh
I know
and Kendrick Lamar synthesis
On instruments, know the end of you's marked quick, insist
You don't want to pit declined cliques against the live spitter
Primed
though
Spit the silky shit that's ankle-length like a kimono
Uh, sharp instruments to rock like a fossil
Shotty for the haters, that's trimmed off
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